MinSung Shorts|| MinhoxJisung

~reversed roles~[4]

~Chapter 4~

"Hyung," Han nervously called as his breath evened, moving his hands behind his head as he continued to kiss his neck.

"Hmm," he hummed, pulling his head to look at him. "What's wrong??" he worriedly asked, leaning up when he saw his sudden nervousness.

"Um..C-Can I..I-Itop you??" he shyly stuttered, whispering.

"Hm," he asked as he leaned up, not hearing him clearly.

"C-Can I top you??" he shyly asked again, speaking louder, sitting up with him, still avoiding his eyes.

'What?!?' he exclaimed, lightly laughing, shocked by his question as he moved off the bed.

"I'm still hard," he whined, still looking down from him.

"Can't I just suck you off??" he suggested. Han pouted, shaking his head as he looked up at him. Minho rolled his eyes as he stepped closer; he couldn't resist him. Especially not with how cute he was staring at him. Okay," he deeply sighed, not fully open to the idea, but he would do anything for him.

"Really?? Han cheerfully smiled, his eyes widening as he looked up to him.

"Yeah," he slightly laughed as he excitedly threw himself in his arms and shoved their lips together. Minho replaced his hands on his face, holding him as he kissed him back. Reaching out to catch their fall as Han fell back into the bed, pulling him down with him. Can I ride you at least??" he asked between kisses as he hovered over him.

"Nope," Han cutely giggled, pushing him down and climbing on top of him, smiling as he looked down at him.

"You better not go telling everyone that I let you fuck me," he sternly said, knowing damn well he'll probably do it anyways.

"I promise I won't," Han smiled as he leaned down and kissed his chest. He continued down his stomach, letting his hands follow him along his sides. He was determined to make him feel exactly how he made him feel—softly sucking across his abs and lower stomach as his fingers brushed over the scar that rested there. 

Minho curiously watched his movements closely, wondering how he would handle being him. He pulled his face away, letting his hand grab his dick, softly stroking himself as he impatiently centered his tip with his hole.

"Wait, wait," Minho quickly stopped him. Top drawer," he said, pointing over to his desk. Han turned to the gesture, walked over, and opened it, pulling out his small bottle of lube.

"Oh," he slightly laughed as he returned to him, quickly uncapping the small bottle.

"Let me," Minho cheekily smirked as he took it from him, taking the cap off and pouring some in his hand, smearing it all over his dick as he stoked him. "There," he smiled, fully lubricating him before leaning back down on the bed. Han smiled back as he placed himself back in between his legs. One hand placed on his waist, again, his other centering his tip with his hole.

This was all new for both of them. Han had never stuck his dick inside someone, and Minho had never had someone inside him. He moved cautiously as he started to penetrate him, resting his hand on the back of his large thigh as he continued pushing himself through. Minho always admired how big he could get, longer than the length of his hand. That was until he was shoving that length up his ass.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry," Han fearfully said as Minho cried in pain, quickly retreating from only halfway inside.

"It's okay..don't fucking stop," he softly replied through his quickened, scattered breaths. His eyes remained shut at the tightness. He reached up for Han's hand that held his waist, interlocking his fingers with his for support as Han carefully continued—pushing his hips back towards him, letting his hand squeeze him as tightly as he needed as he adjusted to his length, and after a few small thrusts, he started too. You can move faster now," he said as he opened his eyes to him.

"Are you sure??"

"Mmhm..please," he reassuringly smiled with a nod, still holding tightly onto his hand as he smiled back at him. Han adjusted himself, taking a deep breath as he took his free hand and firmly grabbed his waist, slowly starting his movement as he pushed his hips back into his ass. Slowly at first but quickly growing faster as he shoved every inch of his length into him. 

Minho was always better at quieting himself. But he was finding it hard with the way he was fucking him and how tight he was. His bunny teeth covered his bottom lip as he sucked it in; even then, soft moans managed to escape.

"Fuckk," he accidentally let out as Han roughly jammed his dick into him. His face was about as red as it could get when Han looked up at him, his eyes big and innocently looking into his. Afraid he'd hurt him badly. He was clueless as to why that made him so nervous, shyer than he usually would be. I-I'm g-good," he nervously stuttered at him, trying to maintain a calm composure. 

Han softly hummed, accepting his response, and returned his attention to his thrust, which he relentlessly continued. Giving all of his strength to them—a lot of strength he still had despite being fucked just a little before. ~~